The Janus Affair

Right then," Campbell began, his tone so civil it was offensive. "May I have your name for the record, Miss...?" "Eliza Braun," Eliza sneered. "Here, I'll spell it for you -- B-U-G-G-E-R-O-F-F.

Be that as it may, we were--and no doubt, still are--held under scrutiny, with that whole Phoenix Society brouhaha. It is imperative we remain on our best behaviour, a feat that you did not exactly manage effortlessly with your shenanigans in Edinburgh.

Nay, you attract mayhem, chaos, and anarchy wherever your delicate feet tread. Around you there is no such thing as a coincidence." "Why do you think it is always me, Director?" Eliza protested. "It could be Books. My father always told me to beware the quiet ones!

Oh dear Lord." Switching his glare from the street urchin to his partner, Wellington whispered tersely, "You failed to mention this part of the plan!" "Which part, Welly?" "The part where the toddler is in charge!

They had to pass the eel-jelly stand to get there—but that still did not put the women off. Watching Londoners slurp down with real relish something that looked like it had been sneezed out of their noses was another oddness that Eliza had not quite gotten used to. The smell alone convinced her that everyone in line was completely mad. “And

Wellington Books was looking less than dapper. His coif was rumpled,

Sir Francis Bacon once said, ‘A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.

As Shakespeare attested, there are more things on heaven and earth than are dreamt of. In these days of modern marvels that is even more so.

there is a fine line between insanity and stupidity.

As for the repelling equipment she had used to gain entry, it disappeared in a flash once she pressed the detonator’s trigger.

Wellington’s morning tea tickled his nose. He took it into his hands and gave a few soft blows before enjoying its mid-morning bite.

Once more unto the breach," Wellington grumbled in the stillness of the carriage. Eliza looked up from the address Douglas had given her. "Sorry, Welly, what was that?" "Shakespeare. I always recite it just before placing my career in harm's way, or have you not noticed that when we began casually stepping out of Ministry protocol?" "And here I thought you were whispering sweet nothings in my ear when you were spontaneously breaking out into passages from Romeo and Juliet yesterday." "You failed to notice I was reciting the scene at Juliet's tomb.

The crown was a bobble, a piece of jewellery, like a queen was merely a physical representation